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After a long hazy day of pained sleep, and hours spent in waiting rooms, the obvious is clear. I have an ugly case of the flu. My mom offered to let me stay at her house tonight. She's made me soup and tea, and set me up in a spare bedroom, with kitties and blankets. Despite the pain, I am somewhat comforted by all of this.

My sister is arguing with my mother in the living room, in her typical ridiculous manner. She's a stereotyped teenage girl, thinking she has something to rebel about in the suburbs. I had forgotten how much I hated listening to this.

You would think with all this free time I'd have done something productive, but really all I want to do is sleep.